thebodyguardsprincess M47 annmayburn 2 by Ann Mayburn Read Free Book Online

red and silky. That made her raise an eyebrow, and she wondered if he bought them because he liked them, or if he thought she would. Next was a pair of faded jean shorts, a soft brown shirt and sneakers.
    After getting dressed and putting on her deodorant, she rubbed her towel over the mirror and looked at her reflection. The steam swirled around her and out the cracked window as she stared at the unfamiliar woman looking back. The short pixie cut made her chestnut eyes look enormous in her face and accented the small curve of her jaw. She would always have baby cheeks like her mother, but the cut made her look closer to her true age than her Goth look ever did.
    Running a finger through the still damp tips of her hair, she mussed it and smiled at the results. Asher didn't lie. He gave her a million dollar haircut. Tilting her head, she inspected her eyebrows that were now a few shades darker than the warm blonde of her hair. Standing on her tiptoes, she tried to get a look at the rest of the outfit. Amazing, she really didn't look like herself at all.
    Fingers tracing over her lip, she took a deep breath and unscrewed her piercing. Placing it in her pocket, she inspected the tiny hole where it used to hang. It was hardly noticeable as long as she kept her tongue from poking at it. Her lip felt strangely naked without it and she ran her tongue over the surface.
    Staring at her reflection, she wondered how the men would react to her new look. At least she had just gotten her eyebrows and body waxed. She didn't have to worry about the carpet matching the drapes. That thought made her snicker and she squared her shoulders before opening the door. The deep breath she took did nothing to slow the pounding of her heart.
    Both men turned as one to look at her, and she flushed to the roots of her new blonde hair at the appreciative smiles they both gave her. "Stunning," Kent said.
    "Beautiful," Asher agreed and put down the backpack he was filling with clothes and a box of ammo.
    Both had changed into casual clothes, and she took a moment to drink in the sight. Kent wore khaki shorts that showed off his heavily muscled calves and a blue shirt two shades lighter than his eyes. Dark grey shorts clung to Asher's perfect ass and a light blue polo shirt complimented his dark skin.
    Trying to appear casual, she sat on the edge of the bed and tugged her socks on. "So what's the plan?"
    "We're going to grab a bite to eat and wait on word from your father," Asher replied and pulled a laptop out of the black case next to his backpack. "He'll probably try to contact us through email."
    "The ghetto has WiFi," Kent added with a wink.
    "Thanks for doing such a good job." She ran her fingers through the short tips, conscious of the missing weight of her hair.
    "No problem." Asher winked at her. "It's easy give a good haircut to a gorgeous woman."
    Her heart thumped and she lowered her head to hide her smile. Even though he was probably saying that to make her feel better, she was going to pretend that he meant it. The men scoured the room before they left. After dinner, they were planning on changing location again to keep from drawing attention to themselves by staying in one area too long.
    "Shall we?" Kent said and offered her his arm as he swung his backpack on.
    Laying her hand over the hard ball of his biceps, she hesitated. "What if someone recognizes me?"
    "They won't."
    Asher tugged a blue baseball cap over her head and grabbed his backpack. "You don't need it, but it will make you feel better and less self-conscious."
    Asher leaned behind her and whispered in her ear, "I told you, we won't let anything happen to you. You're precious to us."
    With her blood pounding so hard she thought she might pass out, she followed her men out into the night.

Chapter Four
     
    "Master, we found her bodyguards," David's girlfriend, Nancy, yelled from the living room of the penthouse.
    Scrambling from his computer desk, David crossed through the kitchen